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. And they're all intelligent, at least so's I've
heard. So intelligent," continued Dougan cunningly, "that
I'm certain he'll think twice about casting any spells that
might come to mind. A sleep spell, for example, might be
very effective and give my CUTTHROAT crew a rest, but
can you three sail the ship? Besides," he continued, seeing
Palin's grim expression, "as I said before - it's a matter of
honor. You lost the bet, fair and square. I kept my part, I
put you to bed. Now you must keep yours." Dougan's grin
made the ends of his moustaches curl upwards. He stroked
his beard in satisfaction. "You must pay the tab."
"I'll be damned if I'm going to pay," snarled Tanin. "I'll
yank your black beard out by its roots!"
Tanin's voice literally shook with anger, and Palin
cringed, watching helplessly as his hot-tempered brother
made a lunge for the grinning dwarf - and fell flat on his
face in the muck and filth.
"There, there, lad," said Dougan, helping Tanin stagger
to his feet. "Get your sea legs first, then you can yank out
my beard - if you refuse to honor your bet. But from what
I've heard of Caramon Majere, I'd be disappointed indeed to
see his sons turn out to be welchers."
"We're no welchers!" said Tanin sulkily, leaning weakly
against the berth and clinging to it with both hands as the
ship rocked out from underneath him
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